There is a intriguing, thread of coincidence in each of these stories, don't you
agree? It will be on these mysteries
that I will base my book. I had thought at first it would be a work of fiction
but events I've not yet put to paper haunt me. Whatever my decision, I assure
you Evan, my readers will not be disappointed.
So there you have it, dear friend. Itís late and I must end this letter. My
hands are stiffening from the cold. Did I mention the only heating source in the
place is the huge fireplace in the parlor but surely you already knew. You will
also enjoy knowing I am have become very fit chopping wood to keep warm. There
is little time left for me to think of women.